Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Wire,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.